Poems about gender
In a world that only exists in magazine ads, vintage posters and royalty, a woman is respected and revered,
There was a boy in love with me Disguised in his drawl with dirty teeth. Found my brother, then saw me.
your Consent is more relevant to me and what I want andhow and if it goes beyond my appreciation of you aspleasing to beholdthan your gen
The first thing they tell me is that I’m “barely” Barely Native Barely colored
In this life, you will see There are no guarantees
What education means to me
The simple term love Is seriously overly used. People may say it, but do they mean it?
I don’t get what people have against people of different race And sexuality it’s not fair to treat them like
Love is the sound of birds chirping loudly every spring morning. Love is the way lovers whisper in the the dark.